Julie stared at the gray cinder block wall of the holding cell.
She tried for the thousandth time to figure out how she ended up
here. "A great chance to break in as a writer," she had told
herself. That seemed so naïve and distant now. None of it made
sense at all, including Matt. Did she trust her feelings for him?
She knew that she had been vulnerable since her last relationship
dissolved painfully six months ago. Matt was so different, but
there was clearly a lot about him she didn't know.
She tried to push back thoughts of Matt to focus on the problem
at hand. While no one had known she was coming to Astoria, someone
had clearly seized upon her arrival to cover their own sinister
plot.
A jingling of keys snapped off her thoughts. She stood and
looked thought the bars as the familiar desk sergeant and Matt
strolled to the front of her cell.
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